BACHPAN

Aah…!!!  I want that time back….

That hustle-n-bustle of children in the compound, a chaotic situation on stupid matters, a fight among all for the game to play with the difference of opinions, to get upset when friends do not agree & that tricks being played to make the converse get consensus….

Getting together to play say slingshot (believing each one a sharp shooter) to hit the target, if missed then demand 1 more chance laying terrifying reasons, then changed the game to hide n seek, a Daner closing eyes (half open) starts counting to let others hide and moves to and fro, bent down, 360 degree observation and runs hard to save his turn for a subsequent time. Toggling to collect the marbles & arrange it in a way to knock a definite marble wherein the thrill to win different marbles was ceaseless… And the most favorite Gully Cricket always starts with a wrestle to become the opening batsman & avoid fielding; moreover breaking the glasses of neighborhoods, hiding unanimously portraying the immense unity. Ohh then tired all sat to flip the game to snake & ladder, carom, mimicry + lots of gossips of schools, teachers, mates and what not & stay happy all the day, so on….

Complaining to mom and aunties about the friends and make a firm decision not to talk to them ever; yet the next day on the door of a buddy calling, “Oy just come out freaky, and I am assembling others..” just getting out of the home by a dub any time without any worries & that too by completing the studies (homework) before time (works as a great motivator)… A wound gets healed soon in the temptation to play & not to miss our chance either as daner or chaser. Even not to get in the house for food & wish the mind to float in the air…

As we grew up, all these craze get a big smile on our face when we see the childhood phase around us because we all say to our heart someday or the other,

“Dil To Bacha Hai Ji…”  Hey I am going to hide, catch you later, stay crazy…..!!